Second Chance [Four/Tobias]

Twenty Four

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My heart is beating too fast. I can hear it in my ears.

Who am I to talk about keeping secrets?

And it wasn't even a secret.

What am I doing?

I'm walking further and further away from our neighbouring houses. I should go back. It's not his mistake. It's mine. And I should apologise. Yet I don't find myself doing that.

It's still early. Around 7 in the night. Just as I get in the car, he calls.

I don't deserve this. I don't deserve his love.

So I don't answer.
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I stare at the phone.

She didn't answer.

I shouldn't have brought that up. I promised her I wouldn't and I've let her down.

I should have told her before.
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I'm upset. But I promise myself I wouldn't drink enough to forget myself.

One drink. It'll do good.

There's a pub nearby. I go in without thinking.

I squint to see in the bright lights. It's a nice one, but a little crowded.

I go to the bar.

"I-"

Someone nudges me. I glare at the man beside.

"Fancy a drink?"

"I'm sorry, no." I don't lower my glare.

"You heard the lady." The bartender says.

The man shrugs and walks away. I sigh.

"Creepy people in this place, eh?" I smile at him.

"Creepy, desperate, rich, lonely. You name it," He shrugs.

I nod and look away.

"Which category do you fall into?" He asks.

"Sad," I laugh, hollowly.

He gives me a small smile as if he falls in the same category. "What would you like to drink?"

"Just a Bloody Mary." I say the first thing I get in my head.

"Sticking with the classic, eh?" He smirks before turning away to make one.

I look down at the table.

He puts the glass before me and I drink it as fast as I can.

"Slow down, lady," He laughs.

I look at him wordlessly.

"Another?" He asks.

I shake my head. If I can't stand on my own promises then...

"Bill, please,"

He gives me the bill and I pay it.

But I don't go away. I lean my forehead to the edge and cry.

It's not long. Or loud. Just a few whimpers and a few tears and it was all over.

I sit up and breathe in and breathe out. Trying to stay calm.

I turn to my side.

In a corner, someone is making out. So fiercely.